Steve's seen plenty of people come in who look the way Thor does these last couple of weeks. He never managed to get quite this bad himself, mostly because no one would leave him alone long enough for it to fester like this. His hygiene and activities became part of a haze of repetition but they kept him from sitting in an empty room staring at a far wall.


He has no way of knowing what kind of expression he's wearing. Looking at Thor upends all of the walls Steve's put up to convince himself and others that he's functional again. Thor yet grieves and Steve wants to grieve with him. But it won't change what's been done.

"Rocket's got the right of it. Hadn't heard anything from you since you settled in here."